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I caught a injured bluebird

with a broken wing.

My father told me go let it die

the poor denfeseless thing.

In that moment if looked up,

right into my eyes

And begged me not to do so

imagine my surprise.

But it's eyes were surprisingly clear

more so than a bird's

And when it spoke it wasn't in chirps

but in full fledge human words.

I took it to my room careful not to stumble

and bandaged its injury.

It smiled its thanks and quietly

asked for food because it was hungry.

I went down stairs in search of something

and put a slice of bread in hand.

Then walked back up into my room

and found a naked man.

I was tempted to scream in surprise

until I saw his bandaged hand.

He seemed to be begging me not to

though his voice spoke a demand.

He told me he was curse by an evil witch

but this was way over my head.

He asked me if I had anything I wanted to say.

I replied, "I think I need more bread."

He was a strange sort of person but injured

I told him take the bed, I want the floor.

He promised he would be gone when he was better

and wouldn't return forever more.

I felt myself slowly falling for this weird guy

and I'm sure he loves me too.

But he distances himself from me over and over 

And I'm not sure what to do.

Until one dah he kissed me passionately

and held me in his arms.

But he was afraid that the witch would get angry

and she would cause me harm.

I asked him if there was any way that we could

maybe manage to be together.

He said one way was to share the curse with me.

But it would get worse not better.

I told him to do whatever must be done

as my eyes began to flood.

He cut open his hand and sucked on it and kissed me

his mouth filled up with blood.

He looked into my eyes and smiled sadly

saying we had to leave today.

And then we shifted into beautiful bluebirds

and began to fly away.